Page 87 of The Dommes

“I did too.” The moment the food hits the bowl in the kitchen, Saoirse comes running. Kathleen stands out in the living room. “Also, I’m her daddy. She used to live with some other guy before me, so it’s the title she knows…”

I trail off because nobody cares about that deal. Nobody questions if a cat calls me Mommy or Daddy.

God, I should be nose deep in Kathleen.

“Come here.” I lead her toward the bedroom. The lights are left on in the living room, and I don’t give a shit. There are more pressing things I must do. Like her.

I know I’m not supposed to be domineering tonight, but I can’t fucking help it! A woman like her is going to turn that on inside of me. I’ll need to take her. I’ll need to constrict her movements, to tell her what she’s doing to me, and punish her for it. I need – need – to hear her come five million times. Preferably all over my body.

Press her down.

Feel her writhe beneath me.

Feel her constrict around my fingers. Experience her riding my face as I spank her ass.

Right. My plans.

Katie acts as if we’re going to bed. She’s wrong. As she eyes me suspiciously, I direct her to the en suite bathroom, which I’ve equipped with candles ready to be lit.

Vanilla. Lavender. Other women like those soft and sensual scents. Fuck that. I’ve got cinnamon and jasmine. I like spicy. Katie is a spicy woman who can appreciate the same tastes.

Sure enough, she laughs when I light the candles and turn off the overhead light. “What is this? You’re foregoing fucking me for romance?”

I draw her into my arms, inhaling the scent of her equally feisty perfume over the burning candles, creating the perfect ambiance. “You have no idea what I’m foregoing.”

“Tell me.”

Her ass is firm in my hands as I drive my nose into her throat. “Fucking you senseless.”

“Ready again? Already?”

“For you? I’m always ready. Practically the Grand Canyon of desperate urges”

I tear away from her long enough to turn on the faucets in my tub. Bubble bath is plenty, the soap mingling beneath the running water as I take off my jacket and toss it toward the covered toilet. Katie kicks off her flats behind me.

“Don’t get undressed.” When she frowns, I explain, “Give me something to do, darling.”

I’ve got a million names for her. Katie. Babe. Darling. Who knew a month ago that I would feel this way about her? The more time I spend with Kathleen, the more I want to come up with naughty names and hear her scream mine in ecstasy.

As the water and bubbles fill my huge tub, I pull her back into my arms and kiss her, hard. Her fingers play at my buttons and zipper. I let her. Fuck, do I let her.

“Did I tell you that there are plans?”

“You might have said that,” she says on my lips.

My plan is simple. As I ease her toward the tub and sit her down on the edge, my only thought is to make her come before the bath fills with water.

She braces herself on the edge. I open her legs and kneel between them. As she tosses her head back, the tips of her blond hair getting wet in the water, I pull aside her silk underwear and plunge my tongue into her wet, warm slit.

I don’t hold back. I want her to feel as wild as I did in the concert hall, where she licked me so well that I almost shouted loud enough to drown out the music. As satisfying as it was to assert myself last week, to put her in her place, this is about intimacy… and there’s nothing more intimate than feeling a whole mouth eat you whole, that lovely woman pouring all her attention into making you come as hard as possible.

It’s only right that I give back.

“Oh, my God.” Kathleen opens her legs wider, almost losing her balance and falling into the water. “Fuck me…”

I do. With my tongue, my hands gripping her thighs and hips as she bucks against me.

The water is rapidly filling the tub. If we’re not careful – or quick – we’ll end up soaked from the overflowing water. I’m determined, however, and I’ve set out with the challenge of making this woman come before it’s time to get in the bath.

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